Catch of the Day

“Omitchi, close your eyes.” Aya clenched his katana. “You chikushoume are just lucky I’m not going to kill you here and now.” His features dropped, “Or aren’t you? This could be only a first of *many* encounters before I kill you.”

He drew his sword and sheathe, turning his katana to the dulled side. The first stroke sent Hatero to the ground, using the sheathe as a cue-stick to strike Tsubaki in the throat and send him flying back into the glass door to the balcony and thirteen story drop.

Aya glanced up and down Omi’s body. “For each infliction on him I’ll return five-fold now, and twenty-fold later.”

“Bruised lips.” He struck his sheathe into the side of Tsubaki’s head then pivoted the swing into landing squarely into Hatero’s bladder.

“Bruised cheek and torn-out hairs…”

Another round of blows dealt out to the unfortunate two, “Blackened eye and blood on his face.” Hatero reached his arm up to beg. Aya sent his sheathe down and probably breaking Hatero’s arm. He stepped from the room to throw Tetsuya into the room.

“Just the smell of this place and of bile on my lover’s lips.” Another, “Your hands on his throat,” and another and another, “the harshness and amateur rope-tying.” Hatero’s shoulder now dislocated, Tsubaki’s face bruised and split in several locations as well as dislocated knee. Tetsuya’s rib flattened.

“The knife wound in his neck done by YOU!” He sent his sheathe into Tsubaki’s upper thigh. “The pain in his face, the gag,” more cracking sounds, “The redness down his abdomen, stabbing him, harming his shoulders, daring to touch him, daring to fuck him, daring to hurt him, and trying to break him!”

More cracking sounds he raised his sheathe ready to send it into Tsubaki’s side only to pause. “As I said, I’ll visit upon you five-fold, then ten-fold, then fifty-fold, and then I’ll come to collect your lives.” He took up left over rope from their attempts at knot-tying and bound their arms and necks.

As Tetsuya’s eyes opened Aya began, “If any of you move without mutual motion, you’ll choke the others, and once they fall limp die yourself. In other words, I’d recommend not moving… actually, if I knew what was best for me and I *were* a vile piece of shit like any of you, I would move… because I’d know who was coming after me again.” Aya struck Tetsuya in the head again sending him back into the world of darkness.

He rose from his kneeling position to look at Omi. He walked up to Omi, bracing an arm around Omi’s hind-side cut Omi’s arms free from the ceiling then from the rope around his upper arms, and lastly the binds across his wrists. He laid Omi onto the ground to investigate the depths of his injuries.

Lacerations on the underside of his feet, no doubt inflicted to prevent him from a speedy escape if given the chance. Heavy blood loss, obvious defilement of his body, marring marks, trauma to the head and neck region, possibly torn ligaments in his shoulders and possibly several cracked ribs and possible internal bleeding and fluids in his lungs. Aya glared, damn it why did Manx order them alive! He removed the gag from Omi’s mouth and wiped away some of the remnant stains on his chin and lips. He gently ran his fingers up Omi’s hairline from back of his neck to the top of his head in a soothing nature before kissing the crescent of his hairline to his forehead.

Aya grabbed Omi’s shorts and boxers, sliding them back on and wrapped his jacket around Omi. He slowly lifted Omi to chest level to hold him.

“Aya-kun… Aichaku…” Omi’s eyes closed softly. Aya lifted Omi into his arms so that his head and neck were supported by Aya’s shoulder and his knees dangled from Aya’s forearm, his hand locking around Omi’s knee to assure he not slip from the grasp as the other hand moved from holding support on Omi’s shoulder to petting just under his chin from ear to center of his throat in the gentlest of motions.

“Omitchi, aichaku…” He breathed into Omi’s hair, “I’m so sorry…” Tears trickling from his eyes, he quickly returned to his somber expressions, “I’m sorry…”

Omi curled into Aya’s side, cooing in Aya’s grasp.


Petals fell over his skin, the pollen scenting everything in sight, Aya holding him into his arms on the ground, Aya’s fair ivory skin rubbing up and down his slightly-tan-in-comparison skin, red hair mixing with golden strands as he turned from the sky to face his koi.

“Aya-kun…”

“Shh.” Aya pressed his fingers lightly over Omi’s lips; Omi moved his cheek across Aya’s already present hand letting out a murring sound.

He was in a cotton long-sleeved, fashionably dressy shirt so white it seemed to emit light, black silky boxers, his legs intertwined with Aya’s who wore pajama pants with a string-tie top and loose openings at his feet, printed with paw-prints of soft blue on white, cat prints to be exact, Omi noted, and an open vest-shirt parallel in whiteness to Omi’s shirt, Omi ran his fingers over Aya’s chest and pressed his ear into Aya’s chest to hear the beating of his heart. He let out another soft purr.

“Omitchi…?”

Omi closed his eyes, “So happy right now…”


“Omitchi…? Omi can you hear me?” Aya pressed his hand into Omi’s cheek. “Koi, open your beautiful, beautiful eyes, I miss seeing them…”

Omi blinked up at Aya groggily. “Hn? Nani Aya-kun?”

Aya smiled softly and kissed the bridge of Omi’s nose. “I said I miss seeing your kirei eyes, koi.”

Omi smiled back, “How can you miss them? You see them every day, don’t you?”

The red head smiled back, “Never enough, koi…” He kissed his fore aga again.

“…Aya-kun? Is… something wrong?” He glanced around, his eyes falling from just Aya to the shapes and colors of a room falling around him, feeding into his peripheral vision. “Where… am I?”

Aya pet his cheek, “What do you remember koi?”

Omi smiled softly, “You… me… petals… and a very crumpled up set of white silk sheets.”

Aya bowed his head and smiled, “That *would* be nice, but that didn’t happen Omitchi, now try hard, what do you remember?”

“The flower shop… the trailer… where I go to school, my night and day jobs… my best friend, my ‘brother’ who chain-smokes and is a lecher, my loving, near-perfect, sensitive love -- Tsu, my name…s… Ouka… my friends from school… and most importantly that you and I have a day off this morning and I love you very, very much because you are my koi and complete me.”

Aya kissed Omi’s hand, “Do you know what today is?”

“Saturday?”

Aya pulled his hair back, “Hai, but do you know the date…?”

“The 17th?”

Aya shook his head, “The 24th. You’ve been pretty out of it for the seven days too, Omitchi.”

“Seven days? Aya-kun…what happened? How did I lose seven days?”

“You don’t remember anything?”

Omi looked around the room, “I remember white walls and a horrible mattress… um… a small television mounted to the wall… a hospital I guess… but… I’m not in there now, I’m in your room.”

Aya kissed Omi’s shoulder, “How do you feel?”

He snickered, “Like my body was replaced with sandbags, now Aya-kun, stop dancing around *my* question, what happened and how did I lose seven days?”

Aya squeezed Omi’s hands, “You might have blanked it out for reasons, Omitchi… but I’ll give you the basics, don’t ask me for the details because I don’t have the heart to tell them to you.”

Omi nodded once in agreement, “Everything *does* feel like it was replaced with sandbags.”

“Those are the painkillers telling you they’re working, koi. Omitchi, you… were taken, seven days ago, by the same people who kidnapped you when you were a kid…Manx filled me in on that,” Aya sighed, “they did some… pretty horrible things to you which include among many other things raping you and beating you. They attempted to kill you just as I got there, after that you went into physical and chances are mental shock if you don’t remember any of this…”

Omi nodded as he listened contentedly, “I have no recollection of this at all. But I still love hearing your voice… It does feel like it’s been a while since I heard you.” Omi closed his eyes to think, “It is strange that this isn’t triggering anything back…” Omi blinked, “…so it probably has been blanked from my mind,gatogatou, Aya-kun… for telling me. Aya-kun…”

Aya swore he saw Omi’s eyes darken for a moment. He closed his eyes and bowed his head to Omi. “Hai?”

“No, there are pieces there… just a few… like still-shots, but it’s all jumbled right now…” Omi continued to think, “And Aya-kun…”

“Nani Omitchi?”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself, they were probably stalking me. Because you were nearby I got out of it alive, so don’t you *dare* blame yourself, understand me? I love you Aya-kun, I trust you, and I want you to trust me too… and to believe in me.”

Aya held Omi closely, “Sure thing, I’d do anything for you Omi. Anything.”

Omi smiled, “Does that mean we can get a set of silk sheets and… as Yoji would phrase it ‘Christen’ them?”

Aya let out a low snicker, “You have to stop hanging around that pervert. I’m afraid he’s rubbing off on you… and I don’t want anyone even thinking of rubbing and you in the same sentence.” He massaged Omi’s arms, “But I doubt we can do that for a while, let alone *should* do that for a while. You’re in no condition for it. Which brings me to my next concern, your work and school schedule.”

Omi tilted his head, “Nanda? You don’t even think I can move?”

Aya shook his head, “Oh I bet you *could* move, but I *know* you shouldn’t, you’re temporarily being moved to strict surveillance and planning-board for the night-job, and accountant for the day job.” Aya winked, “I trust you enough to let you deal with my second favorite thing in this world…”

Omi smirked, “Money?”

Aya scoffed, “No, better, my adding-machine.” Aya poked Omi gently in the side to goad him, “Yes the money, after all, how else could I spoil you horribly? Also, for the day job, register and answering service if you decide you’re ready to go on the floor, trust me the otaku will be kept at bay, Miku was already ‘instructed’ that we’ll close early if they touch you before you’re working on the actual arranging or grunt work.”

Omi smiled, “You *are* spoiling me… oi, and school?”

“Forwarded here, and a private tutor. Any questions?”

“Hai… when are you going to lay down next to me and hold me in your arms, for question number one, and for number two, can we do that with petals?” Omi’s eyes sparkled. “Don’t ask, but I’ve been having a lot of dreams about that… I guess the duration of the week…? That, and you wear those cat-print pajama pants I saw in your bottom drawer.”

Aya kissed Omi’s hand, “What kind of petals, koi?”

“Rose, red and crimson… though they’ll never be as beautiful as your hair or soft as your skin, it’ll be the closest thing I have for you all over me and around me… until, you know, I heal up.” He made a genki pose and arm gesture with his face looking determined, lips pursed, fists chest level, elbows navel level, “And of course freesia and … I know I’m probably being a complete pain in the butt by now… but, will you just lay down with me right no don don’t understand why I’m just so… lonely? I don’t know how to word it, but I feel empty without your arms around me.”

Aya smiled, “I was laying with you for the last four days, fresh flowers there each night, I don’t plan on letting that tradition slip away.” Omi’s eyes glossed over with a moist, dreamy, elated look.

“Aichaku Aya-kun! Aichaku, aichaku, aichaku! I love you so much right now, and all the time, but you know what I mean…” Omi brooded, “What are they giving me for pain killers anyways? I feel really hyper but my body seems exhausted.”

Aya smirked, “It’s called being laid up for a week asleep without doing a thing… of course you’re hypow… ow… I’m just surprised you’re not bored.” He reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out his pajama pants, right next to it his Ky warming gel, he mentally swore to himself. ‘Son of a…’

“Omitchi, I’ll be right back…”

Omi pouted, giving Aya the full-effect of his broody pout, “Why do you have to leave to change?”

Aya shook his head, “Fine, fine, who could say no to you, hn?”

Omi smiled victoriously, posing his fingers in his notorious victory v poise, coincidentally also pulling off the wind-in-hair bishounen look.

“Hn, I date such a genki…” Aya muttered as he slipped his pajama pants over his nude legs. Omi gazed auspiciously at Aya’s legs following just above the pajama pants, falling on sight of Aya’s dark brown pubic hair and then his navel.

“And I date such a bishounen leader-type.” He stuck his tongue out, prompting Aya to launch himself, well-measured, onto the bed and over Omi’s tongue in a long open-mouthed kiss.

Omi closed his eyes, mewling in joy. Aya pulled back and slipped under the covers to wrap his arms around Omi’s waist and shoulders to pull him onto his undamaged side into a full body embrace.

“Good night Omitchi… I love you.” He kissed Omi’s hairline then down his face until right before his lips as Omi murmured back.

“Good night Aya-kun, I love you… you’re my whole world.”

Aya then rested his lips over Omi’s in a chaste kiss, breaking softly after a moment, “You’re mine as well.”

As the two lay in bed, in Yoji’s room the television played the news report.

“Today in the news, police report that the three men arrested for kidnapping charges died in what they are calling the most violent jail-fight to date in the Tokyo police history. The three confessed kidnappers abducted a 17 year old boy whose name has not been disclosed as per request of the boy’s family, it was stated in their confession that the boy had bore a striking similarity to the American ambassador’s son that they planned to ransom. In the weather today expect a sixty percent chance of rain in the upper reaches of Tokyo, highs in the 20’s and winds 5 kilometers NNE…”

~Owari~

Okay, so reviews and comments are very appreciated, this is my first… um… lemon? I guess? I dunno, I didn’t meet quota of ‘cock, dick, penis, shaft, etc.’ ^_^;;; So I dunno if this is lime or lemon, seriously… anyone care to answer that? If so, I think my email address is up on this page, if not just look me up on fanfiction.net where the most of my work resides. But either way, this is the hard…est? core I’ve ever written, I really hope you enjoyed it!